My years as a menswear boss

"How is it?" Jiqiu stood among a pile of oil paintings and asked the man in front of him with a focused look.

"It's beautiful." Vincent drummed his palm twice, "It's more like an art gallery, and no one would like such a studio."

"Would you like to see my unshown paintings?"

"Where are they?"

Jiqiu walked to the end of the studio, found a carved key from under the carpet bought in Malta, she unlocked the door, pushed the door and walked in.

Vincent followed curiously. He watched the young man tear off the white cloth that covered it, and the oil painting under the cloth was revealed.

"This is."

Vincent has never seen a painting with strong colors, the lines on it are wild and wild, "their colors have not been tempered."

"Yes, I squeeze the paint out of the tube, apply it, cut out the red tape, and create in the most primitive way."

Jiqiu tore apart one white cloth after another, and all the paintings hidden in the darkness finally came to light.

"I feel the life in the painting. I can't find any negative emotions here. What it conveys is the brilliance of life."

Vincent put his hand over the oil painting, stroked it lightly, and the melancholy in his brows and eyes disappeared, "You show these to my eyes, what do you want to do, Simon?"

"Now the Paris school of painting is gradually becoming rigid, constantly emphasizing correct proportions. The popular paintings on the market are all scenes of religious or aristocratic life. Even my works are extravagant scenes, which fetch more prices.

The aesthetics of the world has become simplistic, and the expressions of the characters in the paintings are becoming more and more blank. In the end, the paintings will only be a lifeless object. "

Jiqiu paces slowly among the paintings in her collection, and feels like a treasure for each painting.

"Color in its purest form just happens to give life to a painting."

"Now we are in an extremely vulgar era. Rich people are scrambling to snatch high-value works of art to enhance their reputation. They all want to become the highest price in the history of oil painting transactions, and the works are no longer the original purpose."

"I want to change the art world in Paris and become a utopia for painters. It is no longer based on the rigid academic school. Every school of painting should have its own audience, and the life of the painting school should be continued."

At this moment, a ray of light, through the colorful glass, refracted onto the young man, covering it with a layer of halo. Vincent was infected by the world described by Jiqiu, and his excited emotions were suppressed on his face. For a small contribution, we live in a terrible art world, where exhibitions, galleries, everything related to art is controlled by rich people.

It has become a law in the painting world that only after the painter dies, his works will become valuable, because only in this way can the number of oil paintings be effectively controlled.Art is no longer innocent, and we need to make some changes. "

Vincent van der had only received a short education in the formal school of painting in Paris. His thoughts were not imprisoned, and he still persisted in pursuing his own style. He once doubted whether his path was a dark path. But he is a paranoid person who prefers to believe in his own choices.

"This is for you." Jiqiu gave him the prepared self-portrait, which was painted in the Fauvist style. The background was her chaotic studio in the Rue Sainte-Benoit apartment, and there was a space on the ground that fit the occasion. paint tubes.

"I will treasure it well." With a lingering smile on Vincent's face, he felt that the stone on his nerves had been removed, and wanted to paint immediately.

Jiqiu looked at Vincent who was leaving in a hurry, and rubbed the center of her brows. She would never have the sensitive and delicate artist qualities of Vincent.

"Are you ready, Simon?" Dantès put on his dress and looked at his cub pulling his pants awkwardly.

"Do you have to wear these stockings?" Jiqiu frowned and pulled the garter, which was embroidered with exquisite and complicated patterns.

Although it is very comfortable to wear, I always feel that the entire calf line is outlined. With Kyurot, it reveals an unspeakable luster.

"Don't be too shy, when you get to the ball, you'll find everyone is wearing it."

Dantès stooped to button the waistline of the young man, who accepted the stockings well.

Dantès and Jiqiu walked into the hall accompanied by the sound of the symphony orchestra. Albert's birthday party was attended by celebrities from the upper class of France, and young men and women chatted happily with goblets.

The servants reported the arrival of the Count of Monte Cristo. The people in the hall were quiet for a moment, and then became lively again. At the same time, many people looked at the two people who had just joined from the corner of their eyes.

Jiqiu looked up and saw Albert on the second floor, she smiled and nodded.

Soon Albert came down the stairs, "You are finally here!"

"I hope I'm not the last to say this, happy birthday." Jiqiu handed him the prepared gift.

"Oh, thank you." Albert looked at the package in the shape of a picture frame and immediately understood what it was. He planned to unwrap this as the first gift.

"Albert?" A middle-aged man behind him came over with a goblet.

A delighted smile appeared on Albert's face, "Father."

"This is the Count of Monte Cristo, my savior."

Fernand twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Thank you very much for saving my son."

"Hands up."

"Please allow me to introduce my wife, Countess Montego." Fernand raised his chin and gestured in one direction.

Jiqiu finally saw her father's first love with her own eyes, and the shock flashed in her eyes as she looked at the married woman.

'Oh?I seem to recognize it. Jiqiu raised his eyebrows and covered the corners of his mouth with a wine glass.

'However, after so many years and so many changes, you can recognize it at a glance? ! '

'Is it the unrequited love, or the guilty conscience of betrayal? '

Jiqiu watched the woman walking towards them, while her eyes were fixed on Dantès.

"Countess." Dantès smiled gently, his tone very flat.

"Sir, thank you very much for everything you have done for Albert. You must be a brave and kind person, and I will always remember this kindness in my heart."

Mercedes said softly, she used her eyes to describe Dantès' facial features, trying to find out the similarities between him and the person in her memory.

"You are too polite. I think you will forget me in a month, my lord."

Dantès kissed her hand lightly, then looked away, "Please let me introduce my only son, Simon Roche."

Jiqiu, who was watching the play, immediately put on the most suitable smile, she politely took the countess's hand from Dantès, and gave a hand kiss, "It's an honor to meet you, Countess Montego. "

"Excuse me, are you married?" Mercedes' hands became cold, and her body trembled involuntarily.

"Of course, my son is already an adult." Dantès smiled politely.

Fernand on the side showed a suspicious look on his face, he didn't know why his wife became so strange.

"May I ask you to dance, Countess?"

Jiqiu interrupted Fernand's thoughts, her sincere and friendly smile was irresistible.

She took Mercedes by the hand and stepped onto the dance floor, "What Albert said was not exaggerated at all. He described your beauty too modestly."

"You're flattering, Mr. Rosie." Mercedes couldn't help smiling, and she immediately thought of the man who gave her a very familiar feeling, "May I ask, is he French, Your Excellency the Earl?"

"No, we are all Italians." Jiqiu lied without changing her expression, she held Mercedes' cold hand and made a complete circle on the dance floor.

"Your waltz is very good." Mercedes looked at the young man in front of her, and she vaguely found the shadow of her former lover on the young man's face, "There was a man who danced very clumsily, but I danced happily with him .”

"Then where is he now?" Jiqiu looked more inquiring, and she carefully observed the micro-expressions on the woman's face.

"he died."

"Sorry, please mourn." Jiqiu's face was apologetic, and with his handsome appearance, he was very soothing, "The dead are dead, and the living should live with the hard work that belongs to another person." Go on, this is the best reward for him."

"You are right, Mr. Rosie." Mercedes looked carefully at the young man's face. She couldn't find any similarities with her Dantès on this face, but felt that the two had something in common. .

There was a commotion in the living room, Jiqiu stopped dancing and looked down, "Who are they?"

"Prosecutor Villefort and his wife," replied Mercedes.

Of the three enemies, only one did not appear.

Jiqiu looked calm, she saw Villefort calling Fernand away, and Mercedes immediately stepped forward upon seeing this.

"You haven't said your congratulations yet."

"It's the same as you said." Fernand stopped, and he turned his head and said.

"That's different, Albert has always admired you, do you have the heart to let him down?" Mercedes said eagerly.

However, Fernand just shrugged, "I have a very important business to discuss."

Seeing the back of her husband leaving, Mercedes felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

All the guests were seated, and Albert looked at the empty chairs opposite, with obvious disappointment on his face.

Mercedes looked embarrassed, she stood up holding her skirt, and said the congratulations that she had rehearsed many times in her mind, "Sorry, my husband is busy with business."

Jiqiu saw the bright tension in Mercedes' eyes, and she found that the guardian sitting next to her stood up.

A calm male voice saved Mercedes from the sight of everyone, "Please forgive me for my presumptuous behavior, let me replace the Earl to present Albert's birthday speech."

Jiqiu listened to Dantès' inspiring birthday speech, Albert also smiled again.

After Dantès finished speaking, he saw his cub looking at him eagerly. He stretched out his hand calmly and touched the back of Jiqiu's head, "I don't seem to have held a birthday party for Simon yet." '

"Next time you celebrate your birthday, I will definitely prepare a bigger birthday party for you." He said in a voice that could be heard by two people.

Although it is not clear why the guardian said a sentence without beginning and end, it did not prevent Jiqiu from putting on a smile on his face.